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Veronica Venin -WIP-

"Stay out of my way"

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a character in “Pirates of the Curse”, originally authored by SilverInk, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name:
Veronica Venin

Nicknames: V, The Madame


Age:23


Role:Sailor


Appearance: Is a bit shorter than average standing only about 5,3 attempts to compensate by wearing high-heeled boots. That doesn't stop her from getting her way though either through manipulation or the edge of her sword doing the 'requests.'Her hair coal black being waist length generally tied back with a ribbon of some sort, on the occasion it is styled a bit more formally in an elegant bun. Her skin is lightly reddish due to the curse slowly molding itself over her body, she has learned to ignore it though. Once icy blue eyes have turned crimson, the algae seems to elegantly line her eyelids like eyeshadow, if this was on purpose or by accident Veronica has learned to maintain the growth. The curse seems to have spread over personal possessions as well as shown with her former fiancé's necklace. It takes almost the appearance of a spider web made from silver starting from her throat down to her chest, miniature sapphires line the chain at each thread. The algae has managed to take over the silver chain giving it an almost sinister-appearance now, only the twinkling sapphires remain, yet even as the curse spreads even those will be gone.

Another side affect from the curse seems to be fond of attaching itself to anything prized by its' host. Perhaps the fondest feature Veronica has on her body is the numerous tattoos that mark her body. The oldest is located on her hip of a grinning fox, the algae has made it seem even more life-like giving the ink 'fur' so to speak..it would appear that the fox wears a collar with a name tag on it although it is too covered with algae to decipher. Various lines of ink are located on her arms, too covered with a thin layer of algae to be noticeable. Her newest tattoo has managed to survive the invasion as it is located just her collarbone with the words "Caged Bird" with elegant script. It is perhaps her most personal tattoo.

Personality: Has a lively and excitable persona around most people, eager to talk to even total strangers. Can be a bit flirtatious especially after just waking up early in the morning in an almost daze-like state. That being said, may the gods have mercy for anyone who has to do the chore rousing her from sleep, only to find themselves being clung on by an exhausted Veronica, affectionate as a puppy. That is not to say that she is a ray of sunshine every single hour of the day, can be a bit ill-tempered and moody around sunset as if the time alone brings back old memories..not all of them good. In a fight she is the example of fighting dirty ranging from using false tears to groin attacks in order to get the upper hand on often larger enemies. Loyal to only her own ambitions, the only reason she is currently on the Seashell is that it was at the time the only way to escape a seemingly dire situation.


Likes:
Fond of cats
Long hair
Fine Wine
Assorted gems
Sunrises
Musicians



Dislikes:
One-sided love
Sunsets
Hangovers
Marriage


Skills:
Is more than capable when wielding a rapier, to say that she is able cause a fatal blow would be an understatement. There is a rumor that her dress was once a beautiful light teal color, only to become stained over time with the blood of fallen enemies changing light into dark. Seems to be fond of knitting in her spare time and can found doing so in the evening leaning against the mast of the ship.


Weaknesses:
Can be clumsy both in the physical and mental sense. Meaning that you should never ever trust her with any sort of secret as she is bound to accidentally let it slip from her mouth. In the physical sense, one could either blame her need to be a bit taller with those bloody high-heeled boots, resulting her on the occasion loosing her balance. Or it could be that she just has a terrible sense of balance, anyone with fragile duties such as washing dishes would rather be ran through than giving her the duty.

Can be a heavy-drinker if feeling moody enough, resulting in less than adequate job performance. Although being drunk makes her even more unpredictable as one sailor can attest after getting his head split open by a bottle being thrown at him by a less than sober Veronica. Being drunk of course generally is more trouble than it is worth. Collapsing in an exhaustive heap in the middle of a fight is certain way to get killed.

Becomes totally closed off at the mention of her fiancee either due to rage or fear, not many people can attest the reason. It is as if the single mention of his name causes her to burst into tears. If she were ever to meet him again...well it could be a safe bet that either she or him are going out in a casket.


Fears:
Running into her ex-fiancee
Being held captive
Thrown off the Seashell without the curse being broken first.


History:

The fifth daughter of an already financially strained household, her father was a lower middle class pub owner while her mother attempted to provide more income through selling knitted items ranging from wool socks to large comfort blankets. This was how Veronica spent much of her childhood in the upstairs storage room surrounded by her sisters and loving mother and constant piles of wool. Her relationship with her father was strained at best due to his constant devotion to the pub, perhaps the only affection he had shown her was a tried pat on the head and the occasional "please" when she grew old enough to actually help down at the bar. At the age of sixteen her life changed drastically as a handsome, but tried looking musician came into the pub seeking a hot meal and a cool drink of beer. Giddy with delight Veronica eager to meet the handsome stranger resulted in her tripping over her own feet and drenching the man with ale. Crimson with shame, she was surprised when the man merely laughed and mentioned something about violins sounding better after being drenched in alcohol. Thus their courtship began within that awkward moment..

Her parents were both thrilled and surprised at her choice of a husband, a poor musician would not be able to make a warm household, regardless of how happy a home it would be. Happiness would not put food on the table..thankfully the man had another talent with drawing maps. Yet in order to bring in income, the man would be gone on long voyages acting as the navigator for wayward ships. Thus the engagement was put off for two years, until the man managed to scrap up enough money for a decent household..two long bitter years. Gone was the enchantment with her dainty violinist, yet she would be without any future possibilities so she waited. Her life changed for the worst the day of her wedding, a crisp cool evening making the simple wedding ceremony seem even more beautiful. The groom was late, although many were not surprised at that fact as the man despite being talented with keeping times for others was not with his own. Who would of thought that an hour would change both bride and grooms paths in life. When the groom had finally arrived, the once tranquil wedding had turned into a massive crime scene..with the wedding party reduced to one blood-soaked bride, her pure white gown turned crimson with the blood of loved ones. The groom shocked to see his bride cradling the corpse of her beloved father who appeared to be stabbed through the heart.

The reason behind the senseless bloodshed, a group of rowdy sailors drunk off their pay and power came looking for the humble groom who owed them a debt for saving his life on numerous occasions. The blood price would be paid by those close to him it was then decided, their wedding present was leaving the weeping bride alive..unsoiled and untouched. The groom's reward for finding his wife alive was to be called a 'heartless coward and a bastard..' followed by a harsh slap in the face and the demands that he begun from her sight. That was the last he saw her until years later...


His blushing bride gone in her place, a rowdy alcoholic pirate who appeared to be paying her tabs with sexual favors. His darling wife reduced to such a lowly state only to be surprised to find the tip of a blade pointed at his chest when angrily demanding an explanation. Her only answer was getting the blade through his chest, leaving him a scar of her love. She fled..onto a strange pirate ship called the Seashell..and thus her story began.


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"spontaneous combustion"

So begins...

Veronica Venin -WIP-'s Story

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Character Portrait: Alasandrea (Al) Kipper Character Portrait: Barnabas Vine Character Portrait: Captain Curry Character Portrait: Seraphina Character Portrait: Aster Flichen Character Portrait: Caleb the Cabin Boy Character Portrait: Michael (Mikasa) Kitsune Character Portrait: Anthony Shepard Character Portrait: Veronica Venin -WIP-
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Two glowing red eyes opened to another bright morning. The boat swayed back and forth, but a Pirate Captain should be used to this. Captain Curry stood, rubbing his eyes, one of which almost swollen shut. He let out a yawn as he got himself ready, putting on his captain's uniform, trousers, a white button up shirt, and a large overcoat. He attached his belt, which had a hilt for his sword and pistol. Lastly, he placed a comically large hat on his head. Stepping outside of his quarters, he let the breeze hit him, taking in the smell of salt water that stained the air. Yes, this was a mighty fine day for an execution.

Captain Curry began to trek through his boat, watching as men hurried to their positioned. They would hang the captives, for throwing them in the ocean would not work as well due to the species of some of them. Mermaids. He could sell them, for quite a price too, but the Englishmen had killed their young crew members. They were only trading that price.

Captain Curry looked overboard, peering at the water which seemed a green hue. It wasn't a dirty green, for it was actually quite pretty. The Captain took it as a good omen. He hurried to the kitchen, grabbing a bit of moldy bread, which he ate as if it was as clean as a whistle. He nodded to the cooks as he left. Thinking about the hanging that was about to take place didn't upset his appetite in the slightest. He even let out a deep bellowing laugh that almost made him sound like Saint Nicholas. But Captain Curry was far from a kind, jolly fellow.

"Are we ready?" the Captain asked some of the passing boys. He decided to be more specified. "For the execution, I mean, are we ready?"

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Character Portrait: Captain Curry Character Portrait: Aster Flichen Character Portrait: Caleb the Cabin Boy Character Portrait: Veronica Venin -WIP-
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Quiet...silence..the perfect morning without any gulls squawking in shrill voices. A sigh escaped Veronica as she felt the warm sunshine warm her skin. The silence was broken by the sound of the Captain barking orders...well time to get to work. Quickly peering down from the crow's nest she noted the lack of ropes to hang the captives with, pausing for a moment a smirk appeared on her face discovered the solution. Easing her way down the rope rigging she quickly vanished below deck.


A few of still dozing shipmates had a rather rude awakening of their faces hitting the floor, as they were dumped out of their swinging hammocks by Veronica as she quickly cut down the ropes holding the mobile beds up. The drowsy men watched in shock as their beds were stripped down to scratchy sheets. One grumpy man demanded an explanation "What the hell do you think you are doing you bloody!" His angry rant was cut off as a pair of pointy knitting needles were pointed at his eyes along with a cheerful smile from Veronica "I am making suitable rope silly, thats what I am doing..so shut up". A few minutes later once short cut ropes were successfully sewn together..long enough for ropes for hanging. Quietly placing the needles away she touched the cool steel of the needles in an almost loving way ~Thank you Mama for teaching me...~ she thought, before gathering up her rope not wanting to get lost in the past.


Finally reaching the deck with her rather heavy load she quickly deposited her labor near the men busily working tying nooses. The men looked like they were about to cry as the angel had saved them from certain punishment. With a small smile on her face she curtsied to her Captain ever so slightly before inclining her head "I managed to find more ropes Captain, the execution should be able to proceed properly sir..". The former owners' of said ropes glared at the woman before setting off to their own chores..she would pay for them later. Winking at the cabin boy and doctor with a cheerful smile, she walked off to the bow of the ship just enjoying the sun and the ocean spray.

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Caleb the Cabin Boy


"Actually--," Caleb was beginning to speak after Aster whispered the word. But fortunately the female sailor, Veronica, informed the captain of more rope. He released a sigh of relief because truthfully he may have angered the Captain with his words, "I believe we should not have an execution. In fact it even seems silly, why dispatch of their lives? I am sure you can put them into use."

However he managed not to say that. Perhaps he only wished to keep them alive so he would not have to tie a noose and slave away in work around the ship. Caleb was lazy, especially in the morning- sometimes he is seen sleeping or dozing off, but he can not help it when he must tend to the ship and the Captain's needs before closing his eyes.

"I shall be tying the rope, sir... err... Captain?" he spoke nervously though with a smile unleashing a fake salute- not that the salute was in disrespect, he was new to the whole pirate thing. He did not know half of the people, slacks off, and remains curious if the Captain is a bear.

He scurried off with a dismissal for he was not sure if he must have one. He sat at the mid section of the boat, back leaning against the railing walls of the ship. The rope he was ordered to tie into a noose was kicked at his feet as his head tilted to his shoulder, falling asleep.

But what he didn't notice was the rope must be tied before the execution started. Without it, there could be consequences.

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Barnabas walked onto the ship last minute, making himself quite fashionably late. He wore a very extravagant outfit (much like the one that he is wearing in his profile picture) which successfully drew many glances to him. The Captain had just finished a speech, probably something heroic that Barnabas didn't feel horrible about missing. The crowd around the Captain quickly dispersed and Barnabas walked up to greet him. They had never really met before, but he had been told all about Captain Anthony Shepard and figured Anthony had heard about him as well.

"I take it that you are the Captain of this fine ship," Barnabas said, sticking his hand out for the man to shake. "I am your navigator. Although it will be quite difficult to track those rotten Pirates, for you really can't track on water, or at least I am not as skilled in that area, I will do my best to hunt down their sorry rumps and help you take back our citizens," Barnabas said, smiling pleasantly at his introduction.

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"Not enough rope?" the Captain cried, enraged. "How are we supposed to hang the blasted-" he started, going off on poor Aster, who was only the deliverer of the message. Luckily, a woman quickly came up and informed him more were found. He let out a breath of relief. "Alright, fine. But any more mishaps and it'll be your necks hangin' from the nooses." The cabin boy, Caleb, offered to tie the nooses.

"Alright, off you all go. Back to work," he hissed. "And someone go round up the bloody captives." With that, the fungi covered Captain marched off barking more orders at innocent passerby's. He wanted to make sure everything went according to plan. The nasty Englishmen deserved nothing more than to die and none believed it more than him.

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Character Portrait: Alasandrea (Al) Kipper Character Portrait: Barnabas Vine Character Portrait: Captain Curry Character Portrait: Aster Flichen Character Portrait: Michael (Mikasa) Kitsune Character Portrait: Anthony Shepard Character Portrait: Veronica Venin -WIP-
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Anthony Shepard

The captain took the outstretched and and gave it a firm shake. "Barnabas. You're late." Anthony said, "Anyways, as long as you are able to point us in the right directions it's fine."

Anthony took out his notebook and looked through his list of crew members; it seemed Barnabas was the last person they needed to leave. "Alright. Lift the anchor! We leave!" Anthony called out to whoever was at the anchor. The closest one too it seemed to be the girl he saw earlier. "Lift it, girl!"

Aster Flichen

It took all that he could for Aster not to yell, "Don't shoot the messenger!" at the Captain. But he and everyone else knew that's be a death wish. And the fact that his only help was that of a girl's bothered him even more.

When the Captain barked another order, he ignored it and went back down to his quarters/pharmacy/death room. It seemed that Curry was in an angry mood today, which meant that there would be many visits down there today.
"I hate my job." Aster grumbled, smacking his head down onto his desk.
He actually had a really demanding job. Since they lived in a terrible environment, any sort of cut or scratch could become deadly. So he he had to act as a nursemaid for every single person who got a freaking boo-boo. And he couldn't refuse them either since that could bring the wrath of Curry on him.

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Character Portrait: Captain Curry Character Portrait: Seraphina Character Portrait: Aster Flichen Character Portrait: Caleb the Cabin Boy Character Portrait: Michael (Mikasa) Kitsune Character Portrait: Veronica Venin -WIP-
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The Captain busily sat in his quarters, counting some of the golden pieces they had collected only a few days before the first raid. Suddenly the ship shook a bit, a horrible creaking noise echoing through the whole boat. Curry sprang up from his seat and rushed outside. "What was that?" he barked. The boat took a nasty shake, the Captain losing his footing and going rolling, along with many other crew members. He quickly stopped himself, springing up. Before he could even speak again, the sun seemed to vanish, the world growing dark. "Huh?" he whispered, turning, his eyes widening. He rushed to the side to get a better glimpse of the frightening horror he saw. A colossal wave like none Curry had ever seen before was heading right for them, large waves already smacking against the side of the boat. It had almost happened instantaneously.

"Get all the gold and supplies to the bowels of the ship!" he screamed. "Brace for major impact!" The Captain ran to his quarters, top speed, collecting all the maps and gold that he could fill his arms with. He ran them to the lower parts of the deck and put the gold in a pile that the crew members were already making. Curry found a dry, empty barrel to put the maps in. He ran back upstairs, ordering everything that could be spared taken below deck. The huge wave was much closer now, water splashing on board.

"Everyone get away from the sides and prepare to get wet!" he cried to the crew members who hadn't gone downstairs, right as a wave came up and slapped him and the crew members. He quickly grabbed onto a nearby railing as the ship began to ride up the enormous wave. Brace for impact....

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Character Portrait: Captain Curry Character Portrait: Seraphina Character Portrait: Aster Flichen Character Portrait: Caleb the Cabin Boy Character Portrait: Michael (Mikasa) Kitsune Character Portrait: Veronica Venin -WIP-
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The boat swiftly road through the wave, the whole deck swarming with water, all sailors on deck half drowned. Captain Curry hardly had enough time to breathe before water slammed down on the ship again. His worst fears were that The Seashell would snap in half. He didn't even have time to bark orders about getting the sail down, for it would be ripped to shreds by the time they were finished. All he could muster was "Get to the lower decks!" before they were slammed with water once again. The waves were relentless, but had about a ten second break in between them. Curry counted. Eleven almost every time.

The wave stopped for a second. "One," he began as he made his way to the lower decks, continuing counting. He was at five when he reached it and pulled open the panel, water seeping below, but sailors who were trapped on the upper deck raced to get in. When he got to nine, despite other sailors still trying to get down, he slammed the trap-door like entrance, and locked it up tight. Water rushed onto the boat, a few men being carried away. Curry didn't know if they were overboard or not, but now he couldn't worry. The water stopped for a moment and Curry opened the hatch, jumped in, slammed it shut, and locked it from the inside. The pilot was still above, along with a good amount of the crew, but Curry had to check on the maps... and more importantly, the gold.

"Is everything holding up down here?" Curry asked as a shower of water leaked through the wood above them. "Are the maps safe?" he asked after catching a glimpse of the pile or gold, which was scattered around, but still there. His tone was no longer demanding, but curious. "Gosh, I've never seen waves that big in all my years!"

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Character Portrait: Captain Curry Character Portrait: Seraphina Character Portrait: Aster Flichen Character Portrait: Caleb the Cabin Boy Character Portrait: Michael (Mikasa) Kitsune Character Portrait: Veronica Venin -WIP-
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A sneeze came from Veronica as she felt the cold from the freezing water starting to settle in clothes. One moment she was enjoying a calm breeze and the next her body had been plastered to the deck like a mop from the violent waves. Her mouth was pulled into a frown as the unpleasant mixture of sea water and men began to contaminant her personal space. As she observed the Captain doing a quick head count, the frown deepened as she noted that not all of the crew were with them. It would be a terrible way to die by being washed overboard the ship, even if you did not die from being slammed violently into the ship, you would eventually from drowning. A slight shutter raced through her body both from the cold as the thought of what drowning would be like. A cold, lonely, and terrifying death indeed..


As the question of the maps popped up she glanced behind her, seeing a large mostly undamaged pile of maps that somehow were weighted down..stains from droplets of salt water dotted a few of them as far as she could tell "There appears to be little damage to the maps Captain.." she said quietly not wanting to attract anymore male attention than her soaked form already did. As another droplet from above landed on her nose she thought~What exactly caused this...storm?~. Running a hand over her coating of fungus on her arm...could it be the curse? Her eyes widened in surprise as her own Captain commented on the size of the waves..a man full of experience at sea had never had such an storm..with hesitation in her voice "Perhaps its this darn curse..we have been blessed with this blasted fungus and horrid luck". A few of the men around her nodded in agreement, after all pirates tended to be a superstitious lot..

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Character Portrait: Captain Curry Character Portrait: Seraphina Character Portrait: Aster Flichen Character Portrait: Caleb the Cabin Boy Character Portrait: Michael (Mikasa) Kitsune Character Portrait: Veronica Venin -WIP-
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"Well no need to be overly dramatic," he said to the crew. "The storm is about over and our pilot is still working on getting us out of this. Our maps are undamaged and most of us seem unharmed." The Captain nodded, hoping he sounded convincing enough to his crew, although the superstitious side of him wanted to agree. The Seashell was quite cursed, but as more water seeped through the wood above them, he decided it was just a freak storm. Suddenly, one of the captives caught his eye. She wasn't wearing anything, but was going a good job of covering herself up. Taking off his overcoat, he threw it to the girl, a mermaid. His overcoat was a bit wet, but it was better than nothing.

"Take this until we can get you some clothes. None of my men need to see you undressed," he said. He would have been more scolding but he was exhausted and felt half drowned. Turning to his men (and a few women) he sighed. "There isn't much to do until this bloody storm's out, but make yourselves useful and try drying things off." The Captain sighed and walked off. They were on the over-loop deck, with all the cannons, but he grabbed the maps. He assumed that the cargo hold, the deck below, the lowest deck of all, would be the driest for the maps. He opened a hatch and climbed down the ladder into the deck, his boot hitting dry wood. Relief flooded him as he carried the maps to some empty barrels and hid them inside. Sealing the barrel up, he wandered the cargo hold until he found some stale, moldy loaves of bread. But he didn't see any others and the kitchen was probably washed out. He gulped. He decided he would not tell his crew about this, but it was probably a matter of days until they all starved, unless they could catch some fish.

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Character Portrait: Alasandrea (Al) Kipper Character Portrait: Rosemary Turner Character Portrait: Barnabas Vine Character Portrait: Captain Curry Character Portrait: Seraphina Character Portrait: Aster Flichen Character Portrait: Caleb the Cabin Boy Character Portrait: Foster Jackson Character Portrait: Michael (Mikasa) Kitsune Character Portrait: Anthony Shepard Character Portrait: Veronica Venin -WIP- Character Portrait: Weston Kale
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Anthony Shepard

Anthony was the girl to get on board and pulled up the other man next. "What on earth were you thinking!" He yelled at his first mate, "Never mind, it wasn't your fault..."

"Everybody, get inside the ship before another one of you falls overboard!" Anthony yelled before grabbing his shirt and weapons and heading for the inside of the ship. "We'll wait the storm out." He said in a softer voice.

Aster Flichen

After Aster was finished patching up the girl he tapped the side of the table as a sign he was done. "Alright, anybody else beside the captives injured?!" He called out to the rest of the crew members. "If you are you have about 10 seconds to get in here!"

Aster walked out of his office and looked around at everybody, He glanced down at the captives and saw the the historian's glasses had fallen onto the ground. He picked up the round items and placed them in front of the girl who was wandering around her little area looking for them. "Here." He muttered, waiting for one of the crew to speak up.